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All, All is tending to the realms of darkness
And Over all death's mantle must be shaded
Yet the cold grave for me shall have no terrors,
For I can look beyond its fearful shade.

Even tho' 'tis black as midnight, – long & dreary
Altho' its sleep may be; – for who can say
What time the dead awaking from their slumbers
Shall ne'er pursue their heaven directing way.

When first the death hymn echoes thro' the valley
Even then perchance the mounting Soul is free:
Perhaps, When in the lifes fount the last life-breath trembles,
It wings it flight toward eternity.

Sooner or later shall the glorious spirit
Lighted by the Sun that shines on Canaan's shore
Fill its own throne in heaven both blest & blessing
And mourn no longer then & him no more.

Thou hand of life! O let Thy light illume me
While in this valley of mortality:

Identifier: | JB/110/244/002 "JB/" can not be assigned to a declared number type with value 110.
Date_1		Marginal Summary Numbering
Box	110	Main Headings
Folio number	244	Info in main headings field
Image	002	Titles	monday evening
Category	collectanea	Number of Pages	3
Recto/Verso	recto	Page Numbering
Penner	sir john bowring	Watermarks	[[watermarks::[partial motif] <…>19]]
Marginals		Paper Producer
Corrections		Paper Produced in Year	1819
Notes public		ID Number	36234
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